Chapter 35
Once we have all untangled, we make our way into the bathroom and shower.
Giggling and messing around like teenagers.
I barely notice the warm water hitting my few healing sores or my bruised backside.
My mind is consumed by these two attractive men and soaping up their bodies and their dicks.
In turn, they enjoy soaping up my body and each other.
We make an excellent throuple. Jake climbs out of the shower first before handing me and Blake a towel.
As we bustle back into the large bedroom, we see someone (presumably Cook) has pushed in a trolley with trays of sandwiches, fruit and champagne.
“Are you staying with me? You don’t have to leave straight away?” I ask, not bothering to hide my delight.
“Yes, pretty lady,” smiles Jake warmly. “We’ve waited long enough; we get you all to ourselves today.
I look at Blake who nods his head in confirmation. “Well now, that is wonderful,” I exclaim.
Blake comes up behind me pulling me back into him, he leans his head down and says into my ear, “You didn’t think I’d finished playing with you two, did you?” I shudder at his dark commanding tone.
“I-I was hoping you hadn’t,” I reply before turning my head to look up into his strong, serious face. His eyes are pools of dominance, the side of his lips curls up before the moment is broken by a loud popping noise.
We both turn towards Jake in surprise who has just popped open the cork on the champagne and is now filling up three glasses. “Let’s get some sustenance in you Roxy, we have some fun planned this afternoon.” I can see he means it, his wicked dark eyes staring back at me.
One of the others also brought in another chair so there are now three chairs around the table.
Jake and Blake have their towels tied around their waists; I keep mine tied around my chest. It seems appropriate whilst we have an impromptu lunch together.
When we sit down Jake holds out his glass of bubbles in a cheers motion, so me and Blake follow suit.
“To the best week of our lives,” he says, and we repeat it smiling happily at each other toasting the champagne.
I take a sip and muse how much I do actually mean that.
It’s not my wedding week or having the kids.
But it’s already been such a crazy adventurous week where I’ve been stripped down to my soul both physically and mentally.
Giving myself over for these men’s pleasure which in turn is my own pleasure.
This really is a week I will never ever forget.
I want to ask how long the two men eating lunch with me have been together, but I remember the rules and sit silently until Jake asks me how I’m enjoying my stay here.
“More than I could imagine in all honesty,” I reply, meaning it. “I miss my real life of course but I feel so far removed and preoccupied here, I know I should make the most of this experience and my family will be fine and will be waiting for me when I return.”
“And that’s why we all chose you, Roxy,” says Blake. “You have taken each of us in your stride. Nothing and no one has been too much for you. You are so open and willing; you have been stunning to watch and even better to play with so far.”
I feel my cheeks turn pink and I brighten at his sweet words, “Thank you Blake. I really want to give you all an experience you will never forget and make sure you get what you have paid for. But also, I am enjoying myself beyond my wildest dreams. I realise this might not be for everyone, but for me—right now, this is everything. I feel my body yearn to be played with and used. I am getting pleasure from that plus the pleasure of many many orgasms. Which I’m getting paid for.
Even if I wasn’t being paid, I’d want to be here.
I wouldn’t change a single thing.” I hope my voice conveys the pure truth of those words.
They surprise me but I mean them. I do yearn to be here and to be used, there is something very freeing about having no responsibilities other than pleasing the men that have brought me here.
“You are without a doubt our favourite toy we’ve ever played with,” says Jake sweetly.
“And we cannot wait to play again,” Blake adds, smiling wickedly.
“Eat up pretty lady, you are going to need your energy for what we have in store for you this afternoon,” says Jake cryptically.
“Is that so?” I reply playfully.
“Oh don’t you know it.” Jake winks and reaches his hand under the table to squeeze my knee. As he does, he begins to take a detour up my inner thigh and stops just before my centre.
I smile darkly back at him. He gives me a What? look.
“I see what you are doing Jake, did I give you permission to touch Roxy?” Blake speaks in a low menacing voice to Jake. Jake’s hand freezes where it is. He looks back at Blake sheepishly. “Remove your hand and let her finish her lunch.”
Looking like a naughty schoolboy who had just been caught playing inside the classroom. Jake slowly glides his hand back down my leg and places it back on the table.
I giggle into my bubbles. The dynamic of these two. They’re adorable but incredibly hot. I’m enjoying spending this time with them.
Once we have eaten all the finger sandwiches, strawberries and blueberries and finished the bottle of champagne between us, Blake clears his throat. “I think it’s time we get a little more comfortable on the bed.
“Playtime!” Jake quips as we all stand up, drop our towels where we were sitting and make our way over to the bed.
“Kneel in the centre of the bed Jake. Kneel facing Jake, Roxy,” Blake instructs. We both climb onto the bed and do as he has asked us, then we both look over to him as he stands to the side of the bed waiting to be told what to do next.
“Stroke his cock Roxy, feel him between your fingers. Look him in the eye whilst you’re stroking him.”
I look down at Jake’s length pointing almost directly at me, stiff and leaking in anticipation.
I move closer so we’re only the length of Jake’s cock apart.
I sit back, lowering onto my heels and reach for Jake’s cock as I look up at him.
He groans as my warm fingers clasp around his heating rod between us and I begin to run my hands up and down.
He’s so smooth. Jake is looking back at me with all kinds of desire emanating from him.
He leans himself into my hands further as I rub his precum down his length.
“Spit on his cock,” Blake commands. I don’t need to be told twice; my mouth is watering for a taste of him. I lower my head until my mouth is almost touching and I dribble as much saliva as I can gather onto my tongue. The liquid helps me slide easier up and down his long shaft.
“Are you enjoying the way Roxy plays with you Jake?” asks Blake.
“Every second of every minute,” groans Jake.
“Would you like her to suck you deep into the back of her throat?”
“Oh God yes,” comes Jake’s throaty reply.
“Roxy, be a good girl and suck Jake down your pretty mouth.”
“Yes Blake,” I reply obediently, I keep my eye contact with Jake’s as I lower my head and begin to slowly suck him down. My desire for this man is building up higher, coiling into tight knots—teasing him is teasing me.
“Deeper,” commands Blake.
I move my head into position and take him whole, hitting the back of my throat in one deep thrust.
“Oh my god,” is all Jake can say as my lips slide up and down, each time allowing him to touch the back of my throat. I can feel his legs begin to quiver as he approaches his building release.
“Stop,” commands Blake and I freeze in motion. Looking up at Jake, my mouth full of him—he looks like he’s in pain.
Blake climbs onto the bed, onto his knees next to Jake. He’s fisting his own dick. “Remove yourself from Jake, Roxy,” he demands, his eyes searing into mine. “Do not wipe your mouth. Slide that hot wet mouth over my cock. Jake is not to come unless it’s deep in your cunt.”
I slide off Jake but before I move only slightly to the left for Blake’s cock, Blake grabs my jaw and holds my face up to look at him.
He places his thumb into my mouth and presses down making me open wider.
I stare up into his sardonic eyes, my mouth held open.
I am hyper aware of this commanding, dominant man, my skin tingles at the way he is holding me and his thumb in my mouth.
It’s degrading, his treatment of me, but I crave it deep in my soul.
He rubs his thumb further into my mouth, reaching my throat where I almost gag before he removes it and pulls my head towards his engorged cock.
His cock is thick and veiny, an angry, pulsing rod he then shoves into my mouth.
“Suck me like a good girl Roxy.” And I do.
One swift glide and he’s fully seated down the back of my throat.
Just as I’m about to slide up and back down, he pulls out from my mouth and gestures to Jake’s cock.
Grabbing the base of Jake’s stiff dick, he feeds me onto it.
I slide down Jake’s cock and as I come back up his shaft, I feel Blake grab my chin and pull me onto his own once again.
I understand what Blake is asking of me and switch between the two in tandem, as I pop off one cock, the other is waiting and thrust down the back of my throat.
I stop thinking about whose cock is whose, I just suck them and suck them—the depravity of being used in such a way is overwhelming, my pussy clenching needing something to fill it.
Blake’s legs begin to quiver, “Stop,” he commands, and I don’t suck down Jake as I pull off Blake. “What do good girls say for the pleasure of sucking our cocks?”
“Thank you,” I say looking up into their hungry eyes.
“Good girl,” Blake reaches out and strokes the hair away from my face, the gesture feels more like a sign of ownership than an attempt to bring comfort.
“Lie down on the bed Jake, I think it’s time Roxy received her reward.”