Chapter 4
HARLOW
Ididn't know how long I was asleep for.
I woke to find my wrists bound above my head, firm hands sliding my panties down my thighs.
A palm over my mouth suppressed my squeak of surprise.
"Shhh," Cass insisted. "Don't make me gag you."
"I'd like to see her gag." It was Boner who eased my panties off my feet and tossed them aside.
Cass glanced over at him. "Then make her." He removed his hand from my mouth.
"If you insist." Without a moment of hesitation, Boner wriggled out of his jeans and boxers.
He made his way up the bed, stroking his rapidly growing erection. Teasing until pre-cum decorated the head and his piercing. He knelt beside me, one hand around his cock, the other gripping the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it up over his head.
I couldn't help staring at his hard, inked body, all chiseled lines and scars. A map of his life.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Cass staring at him too. Appreciative, but tentative. Like he was trying to figure himself out. To understand his body's reaction to another man.
The moment passed and his bedroom face snapped back into place.
"Open your lips and let him fuck your mouth," he insisted.
I looked from him to Boner, my lips pressed shut.
"I don't think she's going to play nice," Boner remarked.
"Then we'll have to punish her." Cass gripped my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach.
I smiled as he reached to the table beside the bed for a paddle. The sting as he brought it down onto my ass cheek sent a pulse of heat right to my core.
Perfect.
"Now that's art," Boner remarked. He leaned down to nip my flesh while it still smarted from the smack. His teeth heightening the sensation.
"I'm not done yet." Cass paddled my cheek again once, twice. Each time sending fire right through my body and to my clit.
I throbbed with need so hard I must have been close to leaking arousal down the insides of my thighs.
Cass finally tossed the paddle aside, pushed my legs apart with his hand and slid a finger straight into my pussy.
I moaned. It wouldn't take much for me to come.
"How wet is she?" Boner asked.
"Drenched," Cass said. He slid another finger into me and worked me a couple of times. "So wet."
He slid his fingers out of me, rolled me onto my back and pressed them back in, my legs open wide enough for them both to see.
"Can I taste?" Boner asked.
Cass' tongue slid across his lower lip. He pulled his fingers out of me and pressed them to Boner's lips.
Smiling, Boner opened to let him push them inside before sucking gently on my juices.
"Mmm, delicious." Boner sighed appreciatively. "Her and you."
I hadn't seen Cass strip off his clothes, but now his naked erection was rock hard. Red and purple, his tip leaking with readiness.
"Let her taste you," Cass ordered. To me he said, "Open your mouth or I'll make your ass redder."
I quirked an eyebrow at him as if I wouldn't love every minute of it, but I wanted to feel Boner's boner in my mouth.
I opened nice and wide, letting Boner slide his cock in all the way to the back of my throat. So deep I gagged, but made no move to pull away.
"That's better," Cass said. He worked me again with his hand a few more times before kneeling between my legs. Eyes on mine, he pushed his cock inside me. The tip at first, then more. Slowly easing inside.
"You take both of us so well."
"She's such a good girl." Boner rolled his hips, thrusting himself into my mouth. "I guess she learned her lesson from that paddling." He looked down at me and grinned while I rolled my eyes at him.
"She might need some more later," Cass said, following the rhythm Boner set.
"I might need some later," Boner said, glancing over at Cass with a heated look.
"You will if I decide you do," Cass said. He blinked, surprised at his own words, but he made no effort to take them back.
Boner's cock twitched in my mouth, grew harder than ever.
"I never knew I had a thing for being bossed around," Boner said thoughtfully, "but I like it."
Cass grunted, but went on thrusting slowly. The friction of his thick length inside me, pushed me toward orgasm.
I'd never been able to come from penetration alone before, but these men… They did things to me. Like their bodies were perfectly designed just for me.
"Come around my cock," Cass ordered. "Come right now or you'll get more than a paddling."
I wasn't sure what 'more' he had in mind. Didn't have time to think about it as a wave of bliss swallowed me whole, washing over my entire body.
Starting at my toes and flooding all the way through me, all I knew was pleasure, and two cocks pumping into me.
Cass followed right behind, leaning down to bury his face in my hair, muffling his groans as he thrust faster and came.
"So fucking good," he moaned. "So good…"
He sagged over me for a couple of minutes before rolling off and lying beside me.
"Boner, fuck her pussy."
"Will you paddle me if I don't?" Boner asked.
Cass looked at him for a moment before reaching over to grab the paddle back up. "On your stomach."
"Yes sir!" Boner pulled his cock out of my mouth and lay down between me and Cass, his ass in the air.
"Fuck," Cass breathed softly. His cock was already half-hard again. He sat up, readied the paddle and slapped it down against Boner's ass cheek.
"God yeah," Boner groaned. "Again."
Cass's eyes narrowed. "I decide." He still brought the paddle down on Boner's ass again, harder this time. Hard enough that Boner's eyes visibly watered.
"I think I'm going to be a bad boy more often," Boner moaned. "Can I fuck Harlow's pussy now?"
"Please," I said softly. I'd come once already and Cass' release was still leaking from me, but I wanted—needed to feel him inside me.
"Please what?" Cass snapped, aiming the paddle at me.
"Please, sir," I corrected myself.
"Do it." Cass pointed the paddle in the direction of my needy pussy.
Boner rolled me onto my stomach, pushed me up until my hands were gripping the headboard, right above where they were tied. My knees pressed against the mattress. He bracketed my hips with his hands and slammed into me from behind.
"Oh, fuck you feel good." He pulled out and slammed back in again. "So hot and wet." He reached around to rub my clit while thrusting into me.
"Make her wetter," Cass said. "Fill her up."
"Yes, sir." Boner thrust faster and harder, his strokes over my clit increasing speed and intensity until we were both tipping over the edge, coming loudly with the perfect friction.
His arms around me, Boner held me on my knees, waiting for both of our pulses to slow.
"I'm not done," he whispered. "I want to fill you up more. Tell me you'll let me. Trust me?"
I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I did trust him. So far, he'd given me no reason not to. And lots of reasons why I should.
"I trust you," I whispered back.
"Such a good fucking girl," he said softly.
A moment later I was filled with a rush of liquid heat. Like a warm current of water deep inside me. Flushing everything away before trickling out down my legs.
Boner sighed with satisfaction. "I've always wanted to try that."
"Did you…" Cass was surprised, but not disgusted. If anything, he seemed even more turned on.
"Sure did, mate," Boner said cheerfully. "We need to get her cleaned up and you'll need a change of sheets."
"Worth it," Cass said as he started to untie my hands.
I couldn't disagree. I'd never felt anything like it. I wanted to feel it again.
"I need to get to work," I said reluctantly. After I had a thorough shower.
"Me too," Boner said, pulling a face.
"So do I," Cass agreed. "Why don't we meet at Angel's Rest tonight and make that phone call with Fairfield's voice?"
"It's a date," I said. I kissed his mouth, then Boner’s, before hurrying off to the bathroom.