Cherise Sinclair - If only

Her mouth moved, couldn’t.

He blew a stream of air onto her appallingly sensitive clit.

Cold contracted the overheated tissues; her hips strained upward toward release. “Please.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a purr of approval that wrapped her heart in warmth.

Vance pulled her nipple into his mouth…and sucked strongly.

Galen’s mouth closed over her clit—the sudden engulfing wetness shocking—and cartwheeled her right toward an orgasm. And, oh God, he sucked on her clit in fast pulls as his tongue rubbed one side and the other.

Up, up, up.

Her body tightened. Her breathing stopped. Her hands fisted in Vance’s hair as she clutched him against her breast. Everything poised for that moment of…

With a rushing sound she felt rather than heard, everything drew together into one glowing, glorious cosmic ball before exploding outward. The splendor of it took her air, her mind, her body as she rode the waves of the orgasm. The blackness of space filled her world, meteors streaked through her vision, and sensation after sensation sparkled through her like newly born galaxies.

Finally the roaring in her ears diminished, and she heard Vance’s low chuckle and Galen’s hum of satisfaction.

As she lay, limp and gasping, Vance unstrapped her legs. Before she could move, he picked her up. Galen folded the huge quilt into a rectangle. After nudging together two backless counter-high stools, he arranged the inches-deep, puffy “pillow” over the tops.

Vance laid her belly-down across the stools. “Does that hurt your stomach?”

There was more than a feather mattress. “No, Sir.”

When her toes tapped on the floor, Vance bent her left leg and wrapped a rope around her thigh and lower calf, ensuring her knee stayed bent. “No pressure on this one, remember?”

Right. Only that left her even more helpless, she realized with an anticipatory shiver.

“Sally.” Galen’s voice.

Getting her hands under her, she pushed her head and shoulders up slightly. “Yes, Sir?”

“I want your mouth around me, pet,” In front of her, Galen unzipped his jeans, and his cock bobbed out. Like the rest of his body, it was perfectly shaped and beautiful even to the plum-shaped head.

Oh, she wanted that—everything in her wanted to satisfy him. To hear the way his voice deepened and hummed if she’d done something to please him.

She breathed in his musky scent, licked her lips, and opened to allow him to guide himself into her mouth. Velvety skin was stretched tight over inner steel. “Mmmmh.”

He huffed a laugh. “Go to work, Sally.” He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling his hand in the strands to direct her movements. The sense of being controlled, being helpless curled inside her, growing in urgency.

She worked him, licking and sucking, loving the chance to give, loving the appreciative under-the-breath sounds he made.

“You’re as good at this as I’d heard,” he said once, making her lips curve around his hardness.

She felt her legs pushed apart and muscular thighs moved between them. Vance’s big hand tested her wetness, and something pressed against her entrance…an extremely thick cock. Almost too big. But she was so soft and slick that, despite Vance’s size, he could push in.

Not easily. A quiver ran through her as his shaft stretched her, sparking off orgasmic aftershocks. He didn’t slow, pressing in with the ruthlessness of a bulldozer, until he was deep inside her and his groin rubbed against her buttocks.

God, she felt filled, top and bottom. Used. Taken. Controlled.

She wanted it all. Wanted them.

As Vance pulled back, the slick slide of his hefty cock kindled every nerve back to life and, like a struck match, ignited her clit all over again. As he bent over her, his wide hand slid under her lower abdomen to tilt her ass up higher. His grip on her right hip tightened as he slid slowly back into her. And, as if satisfied she could take him, he increased the pace, each powerful thrust pushing her forward onto Galen’s cock.

GALEN GRINNED EVEN as his body started to tighten. He wouldn’t push her limits today, not until he knew how well she handled oral sex, but by God, she felt good. When he pulled back, the air struck his wet dick with a wash of coolness. He pushed forward into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. With each thrust, he was immersed in heat and softness.

Vance’s gaze met his in mutual enjoyment of sharing a little subbie—and, he had to admit, this one was something special. Christ. He’d need to think carefully about where they were going with her. Later.

Slowly, he sped up, careful not to get too deep or forceful—yet, directing her to ensure she knew she wasn’t in control of any part of this. He could see her hands tightening on the stool legs. Looked like the little sub was going to get off again. Excellent.

Hopefully after he did, since Cullen had mentioned that the imp was known to nip with orgasms. Why was he not surprised?

As she sucked on the tip of his cock and lashed him with her tongue, he’d swear the room temperature was increasing to sauna-like levels. She gave generously of herself, didn’t she?

Pleased, he stroked her hair. “You make me very happy, Sally. And now, I’m going to get off before you do. You okay with swallowing?”

Her head came up slightly, eyes surprised. Surprised that he’d ask? But she nodded, her lips curving around his cock in the prettiest sight he’d seen in a long time.

Well then. With an indulgent groan, he pumped in and out, harder, faster, deeper, and felt the unmistakable boiling sensation begin. The climax ran down his lower back, tightened his balls into rocks, and blew out of his cock in scalding jerks of pleasure. He fisted her hair, holding her tightly as he checked that she could get air.

Her throat squeezed the tip of his increasingly sensitive cock as she swallowed and swallowed again.

Fuck that felt good.

And he breathed out, not moving so he could savor her warmth around him. Her tongue made lazy circles as his shaft decreased in size.

Finally, he pulled back and bent to kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, Sally. You were wonderful.”

The flush that stained her cheeks showed her happiness at having perfectly served her Dom. And she had.

Little witch. With every flash of sweetness she showed, she was pulling him further under her spell.

Stroking her hair gently, he nodded at Vance, who had slowed to let Sally focus on the blowjob.

“My turn?” Vance picked up the packet of lube he’d placed on an unused stool. After ripping it open, he spread Sally’s cheeks apart and drizzled the contents over her asshole.

COOL LIQUID DRIPPED onto her overheated flesh. Onto her asshole. What the heck? Sally’s head came up so fast her neck almost got whiplash. “What are you doing?”

Galen laughed, his hand still rested on her hair in the most comforting way. “He’s just playing this time. You’re not ready for more.”

More. Hell, she knew they’d want that. The other submissives had said as much. The Feds’ penchant for anal sex was just one of the reasons she hadn’t particularly wanted to be with them. Anal wasn’t high on her list of favorites. At least not for anything the size of a cock. Every time she’d allowed the act, she’d regretted giving in to a Dom’s pressure.

But, oh God, what would it be like with these two? They were so…different, always so careful. They treated her like something—someone—special.

And yet, even as they cared for her, they took what they desired. And she wanted that sense of being overpowered, mentally and physically. Needed it.

A tremor ran through her as Vance’s cock slid in and out of her pussy, slow and inexorable.

His strong hand clasped her right buttock, pulling it apart so…

She squirmed as his thick finger circled her anus, penetrating slightly before withdrawing. Every time his cock pulled back, Vance pushed in his finger, slowly but surely working his way deeper.

Nerve after nerve flared awake, like birthday-cake candles being lit until the entire region was flaming brightly.

“There we go, sweetheart. No more today,” he said, caressing her bottom, his cock deep inside her. Filling her. “I hope you enjoy anal plugs, because you’ll be wearing one every day until you can take me.”

A shudder shook her—and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation.

He laughed, and his hand moved to take her right hip in a tight, ruthless grip. “Ready?”

No!

A moan escaped her as he set up a mind-blowing rhythm by alternately impaling her anus with his finger and her pussy with his cock. The effect confused her senses as her body responded, pressure inside growing in an undeniable way. Her breathing turned to fast panting as she knew—knew—she was going to come again. His thrusts grew more powerful, sweeping her before them, pushing her up a mountain. Pinning her on the edge of a precipice over an abyss.

Her ass tilted up, begging for more, for one more, one more.

“All right, sweetie,” he murmured. As he slammed into her with his cock, her insides clenched around him, and this time, he didn’t withdraw. Instead, he pushed his finger deep, deep into her back hole, filling her completely. Throwing her off the cliff.

“Oh, oh, oh.” The sparkling nerves erupted with the fury of a wildfire, taking over her body, making her buck and cry out. The sensations ripped through her, the pleasure almost unbearable. She gripped the legs of the stool as she mewed and shook, unable to escape from his grip, his impaling finger, his cock.

She heard him laugh, echoed by Galen, and then he powered into her as he sought his own satisfaction. He felt even bigger. Huge. As she still shook from the strength of her orgasm, he pressed deep and groaned as he came.

And oh God, she loved that feeling, the knowledge that she, Sally, had given him that pleasure.

The nice thing about dirt roads in the Catskills was he could easily tell if someone was following him. Drew Somerfeld stopped on a rise, got out of his vehicle, and checked his back trail. The dirt hanging in the air was from the tires. The soughing wind ruffled the spruce and fir forest; a creek gurgled over rocks. All quiet—aside from the whimpering of the woman in the trunk. She must have been wakened by the bumpy road.

He slapped the metal to shut her up and climbed back into his car.

A half hour later, he pulled to a stop in front of the isolated cabin he’d bought for his twin. Best decision he’d ever made. His brother couldn’t cope with civilization, but he functioned fine if interactions were kept to only one or two people. No noise, no distractions.

In the turmoil of a city—or mental institution—Ellis couldn’t cope. Here, he did very well, with an occasional outing to satisfy his obsession.

Drew’s lips curled. He’d been quite clever to turn Ellis into the Association’s private executioner.

On the rough excuse for a porch, his brother rose from the ugly chair he insisted on carting around wherever he went. Burn marks covered the chair’s wooden arms.

Hell, his brother was no prettier. White burn scars marred Ellis’s left cheek and jaw, and his eyelid was puckered, pulled askew, giving him a monster-like appearance. Mesmerized at watching their father die in the fire, Ellis had stayed too long. Almost died under the collapsing roof.

Before the fire, he’d been as handsome as Drew. He’d never been as stable though.

Drew had been born first. Their mother always said Drew was greedier, blaming him as if an unborn child could have decided something like that. But the fact was Ellis had been deprived of oxygen, and he just wasn’t as…bright. Or balanced. Something in his brain was off.

But Drew saw to it that he never lacked for anything. Who knows, maybe he owed his twin that.

AS HIS BROTHER got out of his car, Ellis grinned, expectation rising inside him. Had Drew brought a replacement slave?

The job on Tillman had been fun. Ellis had done exactly what his twin wanted, and enjoyed every minute. Especially killing his former slut in front of Tillman, seeing the cop’s helpless fury. Afterward, he’d burned the house to ashes around the lawman and his wife—and hey, he’d even added Tillman’s mother-in-law to the mix. Fun times.