Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (7 page)

Jillian thought about it. “And if I win, then we move up the kiss from the seventh day, plus I get to play with you both.”

Sean wished he could withdraw the wager then manned up. “Done.”

The game was on and hard fought. Sean beat Jillian by a point, and while he knew he had played his best, primarily out of desperation and at Peter’s now not-so-silent pleas, he had a sneaking suspicion that Jillian had let him win.
Well, well.
Methinks the lady protests domination too much.
She was certainly going to get her fill in the next few hours.

Jillian stood at attention and waited for Sean’s command. She looked slightly apprehensive, but the feistiness was still apparent.

“Go to the bedroom and strip the bed, babe. You’ll find a new sheet in the wardrobe. Put it on the mattress. Oh, and choose a dildo. No, two dildos and a paddle. We’ll pick the flogger. There’s a blindfold in the bedside table. Then put a pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed and kneel on it, facing the door. Don’t put the blindfold on until you kneel, or you’ll feel too disoriented.”

“Oh, and Jillian?” he added. “You had better put that blindfold on properly. If you sneak a peek, you won’t like the consequence.”

* * * *

Jillian left the room and headed for the master bedroom without question. Her stomach was churning with anticipation, and she was soaking wet between her legs. Her breasts felt too heavy for her torso, and her nipples ached. God, the kink. The paddle and the flogger seemed a little spooky, but she trusted them not to hurt her. She wondered if Sean knew she had thrown the game. It was the directing part that got her. He probably knew it would. She was so willing now to give up control, at least sexually, and these guys could have it all. She knew the next few hours would test her to the absolute limit and it would probably hurt a little, but the payoff would be total ecstasy. She hurried to comply.

The sheet was actually satin and a deep, crimson red. She could envision how her pale skin would look against it, how her privates would reflect the dark color when her arousal spiked fully. Her nipples were already nearly red with desire, and she knew they would get redder with stimulation. There were no other sheets in the wardrobe, and this one was still in its packaging. She knew, somehow, that they had chosen it for her, to display her. Her arousal coiled higher. The dildos were of varied size and shape, and she was tentative. Finally she settled on a large, pink, beaded one and a smaller one that curved at the tip into a flared head.
Interesting
. The strap-on, double-headed one caused her eyes to narrow, and she threw that into the trash can. If they thought there would be two women in their games, they wouldn’t like
those
consequences. She could always help them demonstrate the efficacy of that strap-on personally if they gave her a hard time about trashing it.

Jillian avoided looking at the floggers, although she thought they were made of soft material and not leather. She shivered at the thought of real pain, of bleeding cuts and stripes, and rejected the idea immediately. Neither of her men would do that. The trust she felt for them both surprised her a little, but she was certain. The silk blindfold was next, and she forgot Sean’s instructions. She put the pillow down, tied off the silk, and then couldn’t seem to orient herself to the pillow. Exasperated, she pulled it off her head, knelt, and retied it, making certain she could see nothing. Talk about delivering herself into the lion’s den. Again. But that was Sean’s intent, she was sure. Peter was going to be a force to be reckoned with, too. He hadn’t liked losing to her, and teasing him with a possible victory was going to cost her. She waited.

* * * *

Sean winced as Peter punched him in the arm and nearly shuffled a victory dance.

“She lost on purpose,” Sean said.

“I know,” Peter responded. “Doesn’t matter to me. To the winner goes the spoils, and I can’t wait. The chair?”

“I think so, although we should play it by ear. Her first time with the both of us might be better if we are head to toe close to her, but we’ll see. For sure we’ll hang her up, though. Did you get those hooks set in the floor?”

“Yup. Actually, the D-rings will have to be attached, but I didn’t want to risk anyone tripping over them or Jillian seeing them or feeling them under the rug and getting a hint of what we had planned.”

Sean smiled to himself. Peter always alleged that Sean was the dominant one, but Peter was the methodical planner who, if left to his own devices, would draw Jillian’s pleasure out tenfold. That had its place, but they were nearly through day one, and the next couple or three days were going to be a shock for Jillian. They planned to ignore her sexually and just spend time together on a deeper level and hope she would be asking them to fuck her. By day four she would be so antsy. They would somehow survive the lack of her sexually. Somehow. He shut those thoughts down. Their woman was waiting.

“I’ll choose the flogger, buddy, and you set the ropes,” Sean instructed.

They headed into the master and collided in the doorway. Jillian knelt, as ordered, at the foot of the bed, her eyes covered, her beautiful hair streaming down her back and over her shoulders. Her breasts were outthrust and her knees apart enough to show her red curls above the pink labia. The backdrop of the red sheet had a dazzling effect, and as one their cocks slapped against their bellies in reaction. Sean shoved past Peter to find the flogger, and Peter jostled him on the way to fixing the ropes.

Sean set the flogger beside the toys Jillian had chosen.
Holy shit, she was adventurous to choose the Monster.
He snagged the box of condoms and fumbled for lube at the same time. No way was she going to take that dildo without lots of lubrication, and he wasn’t hurting her. Sean crooked his finger and pointed. Peter followed his gesture. The two-headed, strap-on dildo was in the trash. They exchanged smiles and shrugs. A pissed-off Jillian was fun, but she didn’t have to worry. There would be no other woman unless Jillian invited one, ever.

Chapter Seven

Jillian listened to Sean and Peter moving around. The loss of a primary sense was both slightly intimidating and stimulating. She waited with a growing sense of anticipation until something tapped at her lips, and she became aware of a heat source right in front of her. Peter. She knew his scent. Obediently, she opened her mouth as Sean tied her hands behind her back, forcing her to spread her legs wider, hitching awkwardly and balancing against Peter’s velvet-over-steel cock.

Sean muttered in her ear. “The next time you kneel, you’ll know the correct position, babe.” He then gathered her hair up and secured it on top of her head. Jillian thought he had used a clothespin the way it pinched and pulled the little tendrils. Good grief.

“We want to see all of you, as sexy as it is to have those nipples peek out behind your hair.”

Peter pushed his hands through her curls and held her head steady, making a mess of Sean’s attempts to keep her hair out of the way. He began to thrust into her mouth, and there was nothing tentative in his movements. She fought her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat and held steady there, concentrating on breathing through her nose.

“Just close your lips, sweetheart,” he groaned above her. “Just tight enough to keep the air out. That’s it. No tongue, just let me do the work. When I come, just hold my semen in your mouth. Now hold on.”

Jillian was glad Peter held her steady by her hair and the grip on her head because he pistoned in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every other thrust. The sheer power of his movements and his verbal sounds of enjoyment aroused her, too, as did the sting of her scalp. She let herself just feel, and then Sean slid his hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit in ever-narrowing circles, using her copious moisture to do so. She moaned in response, and Peter jerked, nearly losing his rhythm.

“Don’t move, don’t make a sound, Jillian, or I’ll stop,” promised Sean. “This is about Peter and your teasing.”

Shit, Peter was taking his revenge. That was okay, Jillian thought.

She would get hers in the end if Sean kept plucking her clit. Now, to concentrate on Peter.
    
Suddenly, Peter held still, just inside her lips, and she felt hot spurts of his seed flood her mouth. She tried hard to hold it all in. Peter pulled out, groaning, and tipped her head up, forcing the ejaculate to the back of her mouth.
        

Peter growled, “Swallow.”

Jillian did, gulping it down, just as Sean squeezed her clit. God, the two sensations were incredible, and she nearly toppled forward, except Peter held her shoulders upright. Then he knelt to kiss her, his tongue forging inside her mouth, to taste her and himself. It was erotic and absolutely amazing. Jillian’s heart swelled, and her eyes filled with tears, leaking out from under the blindfold. Peter gathered her onto his lap, petting and praising her.

* * * *

Sean busied himself, attaching the rope to the hook in the ceiling and set the D rings in place, threading more of the velvet rope through them. He tested their strength, leaving Peter and Jillian to their moment. He envied Peter his ability to be soft and loving and wanted to give Jillian the same aftercare, kind of like he had done that morning. Typically Peter was the one to bring their women down and coddle them, but Sean fiercely wanted to take that role with Jillian. And somehow he would over the next few days. She would cry for him, too, and not just passionate tears, but tears of love and joy. It didn’t matter if people thought he wasn’t sensitive and caring. Lawyers were never perceived to be. But he knew what his best friend and his woman were feeling and wanted it for himself, or at least to share in it.

* * * *

“Jillian?” Peter said. “It’s time, honey. Up you get.”

Jillian felt herself being hoisted to her feet. Her hands were untied and raised above her head, secured again, and then attached to something up there. Soft restraints wrapped around each ankle, and her legs were spread as she was immobilized to the floor. She could hear the clinking of metal and wondered if there were hooks in the floor to tie off to.
Boy, the condo board had better not learn about the modifications Peter had made.
And there had to be a hook in the ceiling, too. She hoped it held her weight and screamed as a hand smacked her ass really hard.

Sean spoke sharply. “Stop obsessing about your weight right fucking now, babe. We will be the judges, we
are
the judges, and we love your shape, every inch of your skin. So stop. We won’t allow you to put yourself down. Remember.”

She must have said her worry out loud, for surely Sean hadn’t read her mind, especially with half her face covered. Jillian’s musings were cut short by the sensation of lube at her anus. Not again. She stood, mute, as the slippery substance was spread over her rosebud and then squeezed inside. Surely they weren’t going to put that dildo in there.

Sean stroked down the lovely line of her back and said, “The inflatable plug, Jilly. Just to keep you stretched a little.” She relaxed and heard him murmur his approval.

Peter kissed her belly and spoke against her skin. “A bit cold, honey.”

Jillian felt lube being squeezed inside her vagina next and flinched a little against the chill. They had clearly warmed the lube, but she was so hot and slick that it felt cold.

“Take a deep breath, Jilly,” Peter urged.

Jillian opened her mouth, intending to question him, when she felt something hard push at her entrance. Holy shit, it felt bigger than it looked. They had chosen biggest dildo of the two she had set out. Of course they had. But Peter had lubed her as well as the toy, so while it would stretch her, she wouldn’t tear. Jillian relaxed and let him fill her. The butt plug began to inflate, and just when Jillian would have screamed at the fullness, it stopped. They knew how much she could take, somehow. Jillian stood, suspended in time, adjusting to the double penetration, senses heightened, when the flogger came down on her ass. It didn’t hurt, hardly connected, but the touch of it coupled with everything else pulled a loud whimper from her.

The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and belly, Jillian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm of the flogger’s caress, and suddenly Jillian went over, without clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears. Jillian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck, gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her throat while Peter pressed her clit, and Jillian, incredibly, drew up to her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die from it.