Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (13 page)

Somehow Jillian controlled her laughter. They were trying hard but looked so out of place, especially Sean. These two alpha males would never look submissive, and, bless them, she didn’t want them to, but today was her day and she was going to see it through. Besides, it would make tomorrow all the sweeter. She stalked in, tapping the crop on her hip, nearly giggling when Sean’s eyes widened at the sight then turned on Peter with evil intent.

She heard him whisper, “Just had to up the ante, didn’t you, you asshole?”

Peter didn’t reply, but she saw his shoulders shake.

Jillian walked around them, carefully inspecting them, staying silent and letting the tension mount. Then she tapped Sean on the shoulder, making him jump.

“Rise, slave boy,” she announced regally.

Sean rose gracefully and towered over her.

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

When Jillian came up for air, all thoughts of enslaving her boys had fled her brain. It took some time to gather her thoughts, and she saw Sean smiling in satisfaction.

“So you think you can distract me, Slave Sean,” she said loftily. “Well, you are quite incorrect, and that will cost you a punishment.”

Sean raised an eyebrow, looking for all the world like a pirate with his shaven head, arm band, and dark silk pants riding low on his hips. Jillian licked her lips, and his cock bounced behind the silk. She sat on the bed and motioned him forward until he stood directly in front of her, his crotch nearly touching her face.

“Take it out, slave,” she ordered, “and offer it to me.”

Sean’s hands shook in his eagerness to comply, whipping his cock out and nearly shoving it into her mouth.

“Hold it steady, right there, and don’t move,” she ordered. “You, Slave Peter, kneel here beside my feet and watch.”

She smirked as Peter burned his knees to get there, and then she rubbed her cheek across the head of Sean’s penis, smearing the moisture. Her tongue flicked out to gather more, and both he and Sean groaned in unison. Sean’s eyes flicked to Peter, as if startled by the sound.

“Eyes on me,” Jillian ordered.

She lapped at the mushroom-shaped head leisurely, letting Sean struggle with holding steady. She hummed against him and blew tiny little breaths over the slit.

“Do you like what you see, Slave Peter?” she asked.

Peter nodded vigorously.

“Too bad,” Jillian said sweetly. “In your case, seeing is just believing.”

Jillian then began to lick Sean’s cock like an ice-cream cone, sucking the edges, dragging her tongue up the shaft, inhaling him. Sean gasped and groaned and then reached out to steady himself on Jillian’s shoulder, whereby she withdrew and ordered him to put his cock back in his pants and clasp his hands behind him. Sean glared at her but complied.

Jillian motioned for Peter to stand then twirled her finger. Peter, obliging, turned around in a circle. She reached out and squeezed the sock bulge and choked on her laughter. Sean guffawed, too, and she sent him a look that shut him up quickly.

“Strip,” she ordered Peter, “except for your collar.”

She watched as Peter struggled out of the red boxers. They were so not him, but effective for the scene. Jillian turned to Sean and told him to place two pillows at hip level on the bed, then idly reached out and pumped Peter’s shaft twice, running her thumb over the head, spreading the moisture across it.

“Pick up the socks,” she said and held her hand out.

Peter placed them in her palm, and she lifted one to dangle it in front of him. Sean turned to see her slip the white sock over Peter’s erection, and she watched him smother his laughter. Peter stared at her and then at the caricature of a condom and grinned.

“Just a reminder,” she said sweetly.

“Slave Sean, strip and lay face up on the bed with your ass on the pillows. Peter, tie him down and use that handy abdomen strap. Make it nice and tight.”

Sean visibly forced himself to obey her. He probably thought he was getting the pillows ready for Peter and was relaxed, which was Jillian’s intent all along. She knew that he was taking notes and adding to her punishment, but she had no fear of him or it. Tomorrow was going to be such a lot of entertainment and mind-blowing orgasms. She was betting on it. Sean allowed himself to be restrained, visibly ignoring Peter’s blatant glee, although she could tell it cost him.

Jillian hitched up onto the bed, making sure that her new miniskirt rode up and exposed the white slice of skin above her nylons, then the pink of her labia. She watched as Sean drank in the sight.

“Maybe I should blindfold you, Slave Sean,” she crooned, “just so you can
feel
,”
using his words against him.

Sean gave an inadvertent headshake, and Jilly froze, watching him.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said slowly.

* * * *

Sean respected her with all of his soul at that moment. Just as he would never deliberately frighten or humiliate his girl, neither would she push him too far. Peter shifted behind her, and Sean knew he, too, had recognized Jilly’s insight. He hoped so, because the gleam was back in her eye.

“You, Slave Peter,” she said. “Go face the corner and don’t you dare peek, because if you do, I’ll let Sean exchange this little plug for that really big one.”

Peter instantly complied, and Sean so appreciated the fact that Jillian was not going to let Peter see him and the vibe get acquainted. She could teach some of those wannabes at the club a thing or two about class. Class and BDSM play did indeed go together. The sight of Peter’s erection bobbing under a white sports sock was definitely lacking in class, however, and absolutely hilarious.

Jillian shook her boobs at him within the confines of her lacey bra, and it had the desired effect. Sean’s cock surged to full attention. It lost a little enthusiasm when she picked up the slim wand and figured out how it worked, nibbling on that sexy bottom lip. Sean wanted to have that mouth on him again and wondered if begging might help. Nothing wrong in trying.

“Please, uh, Mistress Jillian.”

Jillian appeared to jerk in shock at the title. “What, Sean? I mean, what do you want, Slave Sean?”

“I would like you to put your gorgeous lips around my cock again, please,” he begged as prettily as he knew how.

Jillian boggled at him, then recovered. “But this is about your bad behavior, Slave Sean, not about your needs, correct?” she asked archly, reaching for the lube.

She pulled her skirt up almost to her waist to get comfortable, and the sight of her pouting pussy framed by the garter belt nearly made Sean come right then and there. There would be dress up tomorrow, for sure. He would find time to get out to the sex store first thing tomorrow or that lingerie place just around the corner. Jillian smiled at him, and Sean knew that she was fully aware of the effect her move had had on him. His last lucid thought for the next while was that she was so going to pay tomorrow.

* * * *

Jillian crouched between Sean’s legs and applied lots of lube to his anus. His puckered opening clenched, and she heard herself crooning to him to relax. Surprisingly, he did, although she avoided looking at his face, not wanting to embarrass him. She inserted the thin nozzle carefully and squeezed. Sean jerked a little but made no sound. Jillian glanced up to make sure that Peter wasn’t looking and, on impulse, grabbed the crop and smacked him once on an ass cheek.

Peter jumped and yelled, “What was that for?”

“Just to remind you not to peek. And because I could,” she retorted.

Peter growled deep in his chest, and Jillian anxiously looked to see if she had hurt him. She clambered off the bed and touched his buttock for heat but could find none and could detect no mark. Big wimp, she decided.

“It’s okay, honey,” he whispered. “You just startled me.”

Tears stung her eyes. Peter was truly sorry for probably knocking her up and was prepared to see this whole scene through, although she really didn’t want revenge. That particular desire might come back during labor and delivery, but that was some time away. She patted his bottom gently and pressed a kiss where she had hit him. When she climbed back on the bed, she saw Sean watching her with intense emotion, and he mouthed “I love you” at her. Jillian nearly stopped her play at that moment, but he read her intentions and gave her a go-ahead twirl with one tied fist. Onward.

* * * *

Jillian began to fellate him, obviously taking her time, laving the head of his cock, twirling her tongue over all his most sensitive bits. She cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them and stroking with exquisite care. Sean’s breath hitched in his chest, and he strained at his bonds, trying to take her head between his hands. Frustrated, he fell back and let her have her way with him, thwarted by the belly strap to even move his hips very much. Not that she needed his help. His climax was already building at her touch, and he was going to simply let it come, not fight it and hold off. This was Jillian’s pace. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the oncoming surge, only to pop them open as the wand slipped past his sphincter and began to vibrate. All thoughts of an intense yet tender orgasm fled his mind as tremors assailed him and his cock lurched in response to that damned tingling in his ass. Jilly did something with her hand on his balls and grasped the base of his cock hard, preventing an early release, and Sean literally panted, then bit down on his cheek to avoid begging. Not to be deterred, she turned up the vibration, rolled his balls like marbles in her hand, and deep throated him, swallowing as she did so. Sean shouted, and she relaxed her hand, his ejaculate spurting in waves down her throat. When he was finally able to breathe again and open his eyes, the little wench was smiling the same smile he just knew Eve gave Adam right before the apple incident. Sean weakly smiled back, not even able to give her the “wait until tomorrow” look he had been perfecting. Jillian bounced in delight and patted his belly proprietarily, then gently removed the vibe from his colon. She slid off the bed, giving him a nice view of her ass, not that he was in any shape to really appreciate it. His cock didn’t even twitch.

“I can’t believe that I remembered all that from one porn movie,” she said happily.

“Slave Peter,” she then ordered, “untie Slave Sean and help him from the bed. It’s his turn to stand in the corner. Oh, get him a chair. I think he might need to sit.”

Peter came to help Sean, his lips twitching, carefully avoiding eye contact. Sean didn’t have the strength to punch him, taking solace in the fact that Peter had that butt plug to look forward to. The day was young, and he thought that once Peter had been disciplined to Jillian’s satisfaction, they could tie her to the bed and go shopping. Never put off until tomorrow what could be done today. He gratefully took the chair and promptly dozed off.

* * * *

Jilly had Peter position himself facedown on the mound of pillows, tying the restraints herself. He had thought Sean would have been helping, as pissed as his friend was with him, but come to think of it, Sean didn’t look up for doing much of anything. He wasn’t sure what went on, but the guy looked pretty much finished. Maybe Sean would share his experience later.
Right.
Jillian singing under her breath snapped him back to his own upcoming experience, and he felt a little, visceral shudder. She cursed the packaging of the new tube of lube but must have managed to open it because he felt the nozzle of the lubricant at his anus and a significant amount coat the area. Jillian rubbed gently, pushing with a fingertip, much as he had prepared her. Oh shit, what went around definitely came around, he groaned mentally. She kissed his lower back, feather touches that had his ass twitching, the stupid white sock on his cock a bit warm and really scratchy. More lubricant, another finger, then another. Peter bit the mattress to avoid making a sound. Sean was snoring lightly, but he wasn’t taking a chance on waking him. Jillian was humming now, a vaguely familiar song. Good God, it was “Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport.” Peter had an absurd urge to laugh. She was just amazing and so precious. If she was carrying their baby, they would just have to cram as much bedroom time in before she was too far along and buy a bigger place to give them some space when the kid…holy shit! The plug breached his hole and was being pushed in gently, if quite deliberately. Peter followed the advice he had given many women and relaxed, pushing back against it.