Two Sirs for Sasha [Club Esoteria 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

“Okay, cupcake, this is the first part of your last test. You know who we are and what we want from you. What you have to decide in the next five seconds is whether or not you are brave enough to walk into this room, lay yourself across the spanking bench, and accept your punishment before we continue with your lessons in control.”

“Five…four…three…” Gavin counted, dragging out the count, giving her more time to think.

Sasha waited until Gavin said
three
before making her move, though as soon as Peyton said the words “brave enough,” she knew she would attempt anything to make these two men happy. She loved her Sirs. Their smiles of happiness and words of praise meant more to her than anything ever had before in her life. Turning, she walked into the private room without hesitation.

As she passed a large, low mattress set up in the center of the room, she pulled the jumper over her head and dropped it to the floor in her wake without pausing. She was so focused on the thigh-high wooden bench across the room that she did not hear whether her men followed her into the room.

Once she reached the bench, she hesitated only a moment as she tried to figure out how to climb on the thing. Finally, deciding it did not matter how she laid down because they would no doubt rearrange her to their pleasure, she just bent over the end. She hissed when her rock hard nipples came into contact with the smooth, slick wood. Stretching her arms over her head, she settled the entire front of her body on the bench as she wrapped her hands around the far end of the bench.

She laid her head on the bench looking away from the doorway, closed her eyes, and waited. It took only a few seconds before she began to wonder how long her Sirs would make her lay there before they administered her punishment.

She sucked a breath of surprise when a large, hot hand stroked from the nape of her neck down her spine. It did not stop until it smoothed over her left ass cheek to the top of her thigh. Then it disappeared for a second only to repeat the action, this time caressing the right ass cheek on its trip down her body.

“Lift your head, sweetheart,” a soft voice ordered as fingers combed through her hair. “And keep your eyes closed.”

Fighting a deep urge to open her eyes, Sasha did as the soft voice ordered. Before she realized what was happening, a soft, cool cloth covered her eyes. A moment later, it tightened as it was tied around her head. Then the hand stroking her back and butt disappeared. After that, she heard nothing.

The cold on her breasts shot daggers of need straight to her clit, and she squirmed her hips as her arousal wound tighter inside her. When a hard hand landed sharply in the center of her ass, heating both globes, she cried out in surprise.

“Hold still,” the same whispered voice commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered softly.

It was endless seconds later when a gentle brushing of many strands of something started at her shoulder blades and worked its way down to the top of her ass. She tensed for a moment then relaxed once she realized that one of them was flogging her, but instead of hurting, he was driving away the stress of the day and her entire body was growing limp. Then he slapped her right cheek, causing her to jump and tense as heat spread into her ass.

“One, Sirs.”

The flogging never stopped, and the soft massaging feel of the strokes lulled her into a relaxed state between each smack. Her pussy overflowed with the arousal that was pinging around inside her waiting for something to ignite it and send her flying.

By five, tears were flowing, and by the time she counted ten, she was sobbing as her stress drained completely away. The alternating gentle massage and hard punishment had affected her so much she was not sure she could move without giving in to the arousal that was just a deep breath away from claiming her completely.

Then everything stopped. Sasha was so focused on her own need she barely heard the rustling of clothes on either side of her.

“Okay, sweetheart, we want you to come for us. Now. Right now.”

The whispered order was followed a microsecond later by the stroke of callused fingers over her clit at the same moment two fingers shoved deep and hard into her cunt and began to twist back and forth as they pistoned in and out, again confusing her body’s reactions.

Then the fingers on her clit shifted, taking the knot of flesh between fingertip and thumb and pinching it tight. She screamed long and loud as she came, her body arching so hard her head and shoulders came up off the table. Her heart raced, her body went on overload, and her mind decided to go on a little vacation, so she fainted.

When she woke, she still wore the blindfold but was no longer bent over the spanking bench. She was lying on her back with both Peyton and Gavin pressed skin to skin to her sides. She felt hard cocks pressing into each hip as they whispered words of love and praise for her bravery and acceptance of her punishment as their hands stroked over her body.

When she lifted an arm to pull off the blindfold, one of them caught her hand. “Leave it on, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet.”

She did not fight as he guided it back down to her side, wrapping the fingers around his hard, thick cock.

“Mmmm, yummy,” she murmured just before the man on the other side mirrored the action and she found herself with two hands full of cock.

After coming so hard, Sasha sighed, relaxed, and followed where her Sirs led her. Then one of them leaned over and kissed her.

A few seconds into the kiss, she realized that Peyton was in front of her and Gavin was on her other side, his fingers stroking up and down the center of her body from collarbone to belly button.

When her men removed her hands from their cocks and helped her roll over onto her belly again, she did not fight them. A moment later, four hands began rubbing cool, soothing, lightly scented lotion into her back, ass, and thighs.

The gentle massaging motions sent her even deeper into a boneless state. She cooperated when they spread her legs wide enough they could see everything normally hidden between them. She sucked a breath and stiffened as something cold dropped down the valley between the globes of her ass. A finger followed, spreading the cold down and around her back hole.

When a soft voice ordered, “Up on hands and knees, sweetheart,” she struggled to get her body to respond. Her muscles were too relaxed.

“I can’t, Sir,” she responded on a whine. “My body doesn’t want to move.”

Both men chuckled. “Looks like we did our job well,” the man kneeling behind her whispered.

“Relax, baby girl, and let us take care of everything,” the voice to her side said.

“Okay,” she sighed, her body relaxing even further. She felt like a puddle of goo melting all over the mattress. How were they ever expecting to have sex with her if she could not move?

Without her sight, her hearing had taken over, but her brain was so scrambled she had a hard time making sense of the whispered conversation taking place just over her head.

Hands slid under her chest just below her breasts from either side, and then lips brushed over the back of her neck. “Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to lift and you’re going to get your arms and legs to hold you up.”

“Okay,” she murmured, taking a deep breath in preparation.

She felt herself rising and pulled her arms and legs under her, trying to put some strength back in her muscles to maintain her position. Once she was on her hands and knees, the man behind her released her for just a moment. She felt him moving behind her, and his hands returned. He spread her knees farther apart before lifting her upper body until her weight rested against him.

“Okay, she’s ready,” he whispered as his hands came up and covered her breasts and began to play with them.

All at once, her lethargy receded and she was ready to play again.

The air in front of her stirred, and then something warm and fuzzy brushed against the insides of her knees. A moment later, the head of a cock brushed across her open pussy, and then he fit the tip between her spread lips. She wiggled and repositioned herself slightly so she could slide down his length and ride him.

They sighed in harmony as she settled on his hips.

“Damn, you feel good,” he whispered. “Now ride your Sir, baby girl.”

The man kneeling behind her shifted his hands from breasts to hips and guided her, keeping her up and down motions slow and easy. After she kept the motion, he took her hands and using his body, leaned her forward and pressed her hands on the mattress.

Once he released her, he moved away. Hands took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them as a single cool, wet finger pressed against her puckered star.

“Oh,” she breathed as the finger slid deep inside her ass.

Her muscles tightened on the digit, but he waited until she relaxed again before he slid in and out several times then added a second finger. Then it began all over again. She moaned and froze when a third finger joined the first two, stretching her farther than was comfortable.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Just relax and breathe,” the man behind her whispered as he began to slowly move his fingers inside her.

She followed instructions and dragged in one breath after another. It was not long before the pain receded and needy pleasure took its place.

Once she relaxed around the fingers, they slid from her and a long, hard cock replaced them. It entered her slow and easy until curly hairs brushed against her ass. Both men held steady deep inside her until she could no longer stand it. She tried to move, arching her back and humping her hips to fuck herself on the cocks embedded deep inside her. Four hands instantly tightened around her hips and waist, holding her still for another endless minute.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Please what?” the man beneath her, who she recognized as Peyton, the stricter of the two, prompted.

“Please, Sirs. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she begged, her orgasm already swirling around the bed, waiting to overwhelm her once again.

“No,” the two men answered as one.

“And remember, you will not come until we allow it,” Peyton said.

She whined and nodded, but could not answer. She began to breathe, hoping to hold her arousal at arm’s length while trying to please her two men at once. And they had become her men. As they came together as one entity, Sasha realized Peyton and Gavin were right, the three of them would be perfect together.

The men began moving her, lifting her off Peyton’s cock while Gavin’s slid deep before they reversed the process. They kept her moving slow and easy, though from the sounds both men were making, she knew their orgasms were close at hand.

Her own arousal was growing dangerously close as well, causing her to pant harder and tighten her muscles around the men as they continued sliding in and out of her. That small move flipped something in them, and they began to move faster and harder, which was just was Sasha wanted.

She fought to keep her focus on their pleasure and not her own, which was the only way she was able to keep from coming when Gavin’s thrusts grew erratic and he came. She felt his semen pulse through his cock and fill her ass.

A moment later, Peyton reached between her legs, pinching and rolling her clit between his fingers. “Come, baby girl. Come for your Sirs.”

She screamed as color exploded behind her closed eyelids and Peyton cried out and followed her over the edge into the chasm of Nirvana. When their orgasms released their hold on them, Peyton moved as Gavin collapsed sideways, keeping them connected as they rolled to the side so they all rested on the mattress.

The blindfold was removed, and she had to blink several times to adjust to the light. Finally she was able to look into Peyton’s pale-blue eyes that were smiling at her with a joy she had never seen on anyone’s face before.

He leaned in and brushed a kiss on her lips. “Congratulations, baby girl. You’ve passed your final lesson and didn’t come until I told you to.”

“Mmmm, such a good little pet,” Gavin said, nuzzling his face into her neck as his hands stroked down the side of her body. “I vote for keeping her.”

“Me, too, partner. Me, too. What do you say, Sasha? Would you like to move in with us and allow us the privilege of keeping you happy for the rest of our days?”

Sasha closed her eyes and thought about it for about a second and a half. “I vote yes,” she said with a smile. “But I’m going to have to keep working at the bakery for a while before the catering company takes off and I can afford to rent space of my own.

The men chuckled as they shifted to lie even closer.

“You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to,” Gavin said.

“We own a building and only use half of it. The other half used to be a restaurant, and with a good cleaning, you could be catering to New Bern’s elite in a couple of weeks,” Peyton explained.

“Yeah, especially when we start telling our clients about you,” Gavin said, slowly easing from her back hole before rolling from the bed.

She lay in stunned silence as he disappeared into the bathroom, returning less than a minute later with a cloth. By that time Peyton had slipped from her pussy. He rolled to his back and pulled her so her head rested on his shoulder. He held her still while Gavin cleaned her up and then rejoined them.