Chapter 18
18
Amy
Naughty girl.
Her thighs pressed together as the need between them pulsed. She was so in over her head, and right now, she liked it there.
“I think she needs a spanking,” Zach said with a wicked grin that made her tingle all over. She knew that grin very well.
He wanted to make her scream.
Amy wanted him to make her scream.
Normally, she would say a spanking wouldn’t do it, but he and Kincaid had already proven they could break her with nothing more. This was no longer the expected, like what she’d had before with Zach. They were moving into the unknown. Into places she couldn’t anticipate.
“I think she has too many clothes on,” Kincaid said, circling her.
Amy almost whimpered as she felt her corset move against her skin, his fingers tugging on the laces.
This was really happening.
They were going to get her naked and spank her, then fuck her.
Please, oh please, let them fuck me.
A kind of anticipation she hadn’t experienced in years welled up inside her. It wasn’t that platonic scening was bad. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been getting what she needed. If she was in a room with anyone other than Zach and Kincaid, she didn’t think she’d be this excited, this aroused.
She would have gone through with it because she wanted a scene and sex.
But it was Zach and Kincaid, and she didn’t just want a scene and sex—she wanted them.
Part of her knew that was dangerous, but it also made sense. She trusted Zach, and by trusting Zach, she trusted Kincaid. And who wouldn’t want them? There was a reason Tracey had been happy for her, knowing who she was scening with. Yes, they’d done two-on-one scenes with submissives in the past, but it didn’t happen often, and Amy couldn’t remember the last time they’d chosen to do so.
She’d won the subbie lottery.
On top of that, after living with them for the past two weeks, she liked them.
Not that she would ever try to get between them for more than a scene, but she couldn’t help but be thrilled that they liked her enough to want to scene with her, too.
The way Zach was looking at her, as Kincaid loosened her corset, with hunger in his eyes… he’d never looked at her like that before, even though this would hardly be the first time he’d seen her breasts. Of course, he’d never had an invitation to touch before. As the corset sagged loose, Zach began to stalk toward her with an intensity that made her automatically step back—right into Kincaid.
She let out a little ‘eep’ that was met with a dark chuckle from behind her.
“Going somewhere, little subbie?” Kincaid’s breath was hot against her ear, the heat chasing the shiver down her spine as Zach came closer, a predator on the prowl while she was trapped against his partner. Kincaid’s hands slid around to her front, where the corset clasps were, and she felt his thumbs push against her breasts as he gripped the two sides and popped them open.
The sudden coolness against her skin made her nipples pucker, and she sucked in a breath as she was exposed to them both.
It felt different.
It was different.
She’d never scened with Zach anywhere but the public spaces.
They’d never included sex into their scenes.
And they’d never had Kincaid with them.
Her shoulders started to hunch forward, arms instinctively coming in front of her, but the corset dropped to the floor, and Kincaid’s hands were on her body, on her sides, rubbing away the imprints the boning had left in her skin. Zach came closer, close enough she had to tip her head back to look at him, his gaze locked onto hers as he cupped her chin to hold her in place.
“What’s on the table, Amy? We said sex, but is there anything you don’t want to do?”
She gave her head a little shake, not that his strong fingers allowed her to move much. Kincaid’s hands were still rubbing up and down her sides, and she felt herself leaning back against his hard body, letting him hold her up as her knees went weak under their combined assault on her senses.
“No limits. I want… I want everything. ” A shiver went up her spine as Kincaid’s hands curled around from her sides to her stomach, stroking the soft flesh there, the sides of his hands and arms brushing against the sensitive undersides of her breasts.
Instead of answering her, Zach studied her for one long moment. Then his gaze lifted to Kincaid, making her want to turn to look and see what Kincaid’s expression was, but she couldn’t with Zach cupping her chin. Then it didn’t matter anymore because suddenly Zach was lowering his lips to hers.
He kissed her.
He kissed her, and Kincaid’s body moved in behind her, pushing her against Zach as her hands went up to press against his chest, and Kincaid’s hands moved up to cup her breasts. The soft mounds were crushed against his hands as he and Zach trapped her between them, aching from the squeeze, her nipples peeking through Kincaid’s fingers to brush against Zach’s chest.
Amy whimpered, her mouth opening under Zach’s as his tongue slid between her lips to dance with hers. It felt like her whole body was suddenly aflame with sensation, heat, and need. Her head tipped back against Kincaid’s chest as Zach devoured her while Kincaid’s hands kneaded her breasts, holding her in place as though he was offering her up to Zach.
Zach’s head lifted, leaving her lips feeling swollen… leaving her yearning for more.
“My turn,” Kincaid whispered in her ear.
They spun her around, switching places with an ease that left her dizzy. Zach’s hands found her breasts, Kincaid’s lips found hers, and she whimpered against his kiss as his hand delved between her legs.
Where Zach’s kiss had been ruthless, Kincaid’s was firm. Zach had demanded she open her lips for him, Kincaid coaxed.
Not that the differences mattered. Both kisses left her head spinning, her toes curling, and that was even before she got into the differences in how they touched her.
Kincaid had massaged her breasts, squeezing and kneading, like he just loved touching them. Zach’s hands were much rougher, his fingers going for her nipples and pinching them tightly, so she cried out, the sound muffled by Kincaid’s mouth. While Zach tormented her breasts, making her nipples throb from his pinches, Kincaid’s fingers stroked along the outside of her soaked thong before slipping beneath the fabric.
Trying to keep her balance as his fingers moved against her pussy, Amy’s hands went to his shoulders, clinging to him as the two of them touched her. Stroked her. Kincaid firm and pleasurable, Zach’s touch deliciously painful. The dichotomy was even more arousing than if they’d just gone straight for her masochistic tendencies.
Two fingers pushed inside of her, and Amy moaned again as Kincaid lifted his head to look down at her.
“She’s soaking wet,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper, making her rock against the heel of his palm, her little clit throbbing as he rubbed against it.
Amy whimpered, going up on her tiptoes, clinging to his shoulders, as his fingers moved inside her while Zach pinched her nipples even harder, twisting the little buds. Pleasure and pain flashed through her in a chaotic clash of sensations.
“Of course she is, she’s our little slut.” Zach’s voice was harsher than Kincaid’s, crueler. They’d played with verbal humiliation in their scenes before, but not this far… he’d never called her a slut before, so she’d never known how much she would like it. Especially when he called her their slut. Her muscles quivered around Kincaid’s fingers as he moved them inside her, finger fucking her while she rode his hand, and Zach tormented her breasts.
“Oh, she liked that… and I like feeling how wet you are for us, princess,” Kincaid said right atop him, his voice soothing where Zach’s was edged, warm where Zach’s was cold. The combination was far more potent than either would be on their own.
“She’s wet because our filthy little slut who wants both our cocks, aren’t you, princess?” Where Kincaid’s ‘princess’ was an endearment, Zach’s was almost mocking.
Amy gasped, shuddering between them, her pussy clenching around Kincaid’s fingers again. She couldn’t find the breath to answer, but then, she didn’t think they cared. Zach released her nipples, only to pinch down and twist, sending pulses through her that brought tears to her eyes even as she moved against Kincaid’s hand, rubbing herself on him because she needed to come so badly.
“You’re a dirty whore who wants both of us.”
“Oh God…” Amy was spiraling as the combination of their different touches, their different demeanors, were sending her out of control.
“We’re going to fill you with cock, and you’re going to love it because you’re our nasty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Come for me, princess, that’s a good girl.”
They were practically speaking together.
Amy cried out as they held her up, her knees buckling as her orgasm rolled up from her clit, pulsing through the muscles around Kincaid’s fingers, heat fluttering through her body as she leaned back against Zach and gave herself over to the sensations. She went completely weak between them, and they held her in place, Kincaid’s fingers still moving, Zach still tugging on her nipples, sending multiple waves of ecstasy through her.
She felt tears slide from her cheeks from the sheer relief.
Even if they stopped now, it would be the best orgasm that had ever happened to her.
But she really hoped they didn’t stop now. Because she was a dirty whore who wanted them both. She was a good girl who wanted to please them. She was a little slut who wanted to be filled with their cocks.
Please don’t stop.
Kincaid
Fuck, Amy was perfect.
Her pussy was hot and wet around his fingers, her eyes glazed from the pleasure, lips slightly parted like she was asking for another kiss. Her reddened nipples stood out from her pale breasts as Zach continued to massage her breasts, though he’d backed off on the pain—for now. Kincaid was sure his boyfriend had further plans for those gorgeous breasts, and he was looking forward to watching.
Something he’d discovered was that while he was not a sadist for himself, he loved watching Zach work. He loved watching the masochist’s reactions, even though he wouldn’t have wanted to do it himself.
Watching Amy get off on his hand while Zach ruthlessly tormented her nipples, while Zach degraded her, and Kincaid praised her…
Fuck.
So fucking perfect.
His cock was aching with envy of his fingers as he slid them from the warmth of her pussy. They were coated in her juices. Kincaid met her gaze as she opened her eyes, lifting his fingers to his mouth and taking them down to the knuckles so he could suck her honey from them. Her eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating as she watched him.
Damn, she tasted sweet. Sweet and salty and utterly delicious. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and taste her directly from the source.
“Up on your feet, Amy,” Zach said from behind her. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Hell, no, they weren’t.
She swayed slightly as she was put upright. Kincaid pulled his fingers from his mouth with a small popping sound.
“I think we need to get the rest of her clothes off her.”
“I agree,” Zach grinned. “And then I want to decorate her.”
Kincaid chuckled. Of course, Zach did. And Kincaid was going to enjoy watching.
This was the difference between them. After Zach was done with her nipples, Kincaid would have left them alone. They were already tightly budded, bright red from the abuse he’d put them through… Kincaid might have put loops on them to keep them nice and hard, but that would be about it. He was pretty sure Zach was going to go for clamps.
Tight ones.
He couldn’t wait to see her reaction and hear the noises she made when Zach put them on.
It only took them moments to strip her skirt and thong off, leaving her completely naked between them. She was still glassy-eyed and panting for breath. The indents in her skin from the corset had mostly smoothed out of her soft stomach, leaving only the barest of lines visible, beneath which her pussy was shaved bare, allowing him to see the puffy lips and the gloss of her arousal.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Kincaid said admiringly, the taste of it still lingering on his tongue. “I’m going to take another taste while you decorate her.”
“Works for me.”
Amy whimpered, and Kincaid grinned as he moved around her, putting his hand on her back so he could guide her where he wanted her—right over to the desk.
“Sit up here, princess, and lean back so I can taste that sweet pussy again.” He patted the desk where he wanted her to sit, then helped her into position—butt right on the edge of the wood and legs spread wide enough for him to get his head between. He draped her lower legs over his shoulders, kneeling between her thighs so her pussy was right at his mouth level.
Looking up at her, he could see her watching him, that glazed look still in her eyes.
It was almost like she’d never had a sexy kink scene before.
Hell, maybe she hadn’t. He needed to ask her. Or Zach might know. Regardless, it had probably been a really fucking long time since she had… and he doubted it had been with two men. They were going to overwhelm her senses in the best way possible.
She wanted to be satisfied? Satiated?
He was going to make sure they had to carry her to the car after this.
Goal in mind, he slid his arms under her thighs, forcing her to lean back and thrusting her breasts in the air as she placed her hands against the desk behind her. The position helped tip her hips back. He curved his hands around her buttocks, pulling her right to the edge so he could bury his mouth in her sweet pussy.
The fucking sweetest he’d ever tasted.
Even sweeter than her cry of pleasure as his tongue delved between her swollen lips, and he began to feast.