“Damn, you look so fucking hot, baby.” Sam worked the leather straps over her wrists. He made sure they were tight but comfortable. He moved to her ankles, and before long, she was bound completely. It should have made her feel frightened, but instead all she felt was a hum in her pussy as she anticipated what Jack was going to do to her.
Sam stood up and ran his hand down her spine. When he got to her ass, he parted her cheeks, and she felt the cold spurt of lubricant. She sighed but made no protest. She had just gotten the plug out. Suddenly, she felt something warmer than the hard plastic of the plug. Sam’s fingers played with her anus, gently probing. He pushed against the resistance, shoving his thumb in to the first knuckle and rimming her.
Abby gasped at the prickles of sensation she felt all along her spine. It wasn’t exactly pain, but the fine, hard edge of it was there.
“Your ass is so pretty, Abby.” Sam continued to work his finger into her. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”
“Neither can I.” Abby turned her head as much as the bench would allow and saw Jack standing in the doorway. He was still in his jeans, but his shirt and shoes were gone. His hair was wet from a shower, and he looked at them with deep approval in his emerald eyes. His body was tall and lean from years and years of hard physical labor, and his shoulders broad and muscular. Abby sighed at how beautifully masculine that body was.
“This is what every man wants, isn’t it? He wants to walk in and find his best friend finger-deep in his fiancée’s ass.” There was a smile in his voice.
Rather than pulling out, Sam shoved his thumb in farther and rotated it. Abby groaned, not sure whether it was pain or pleasure. “She’s going to be so tight.”
“Yes, she is,” Jack said. Abby could hear a wealth of satisfaction in his tone. He watched them for a moment. He seemed to silently enjoy the scene as Sam worked her ass, gently stretching her. Finally, he spoke again. “Has she been a good girl?”
“Nope.” Sam pulled his thumb out. Abby felt him step away and heard the sink in the background running. “She tried her damndest to rub herself to orgasm against me. She was like a cat in heat.”
“And did she succeed?” Jack’s voice was a silky threat.
“No. She just managed to work herself up.”
Jack walked up behind her, admiring Sam’s handiwork. Abby discovered that she could easily watch him through the mirror to her left. She was small and vulnerable, spread and bound for him. Abby found the picture they made extremely arousing. Jack shoved two fingers roughly up her pussy. He slid them back and forth in the warm wetness he found there.
“Nice,” he said approvingly before pulling out. He didn’t touch her clitoris at all. Abby moaned in frustration and felt a sharp slap to her ass. “I said no noise, Abigail.” Jack walked around to her head and gracefully knelt beside her. His face was very serious as he looked at her. “I’ve decided against the gag. I want you to be able to respond when I require it. Give me your word you’ll do your best to stay quiet and still while I discipline you.”
“Yes.” Abby studied the hard, beautiful planes of his face. His pitch-black hair was wavy and just long enough to start to curl. Abby knew he would cut it soon, but she intended to talk him out of it.
Jack’s eyes widened in expectation. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” Abby tried. The rules seemed to be a little different in this room.
Abby breathed out as she saw a flash of anger cross Jack’s face. “My name is Jack, Abigail. Sir is something you call a Dom who hasn’t bothered to give you his name. I am not sir, nor am I master. I am Jack, and I am the only Dom you’ll ever get, sweetheart, so I expect you to use my name.”
“Yes, Jack,” Abby said sweetly to placate him
“I don’t scare you at all, do I, Abby?”
“I love you,” she said.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek before standing back up. “Remember that,” he warned her. “Give me the crop, please. The narrow tip, I think, for this first time, and while you’re there, Sam, you can get the leather whip, as well.”
Abby heard the closet door open.
“Do you think she can handle the whip?” Sam didn’t sound like he thought she could.
“No.” Jack’s voice was steady. “Her skin is delicate and sensitive. I have no intention of raising welts. I want her bottom hot and pink. That’s all. The whip I intend to use on you. And that’s an extra lash for questioning me, Sam.”
There was a short pause, and Abby really wished she could see the look on Sam’s face. “All right.” The closet door shut.
“You can walk out at any time, Sam,” Jack offered. “I won’t hold it against you, and I won’t shut you out the next time we decide to play with our wife.”
“I’m not leaving.” It sounded like it was the farthest thing from Sam’s mind. Abby was pretty sure it was. She wondered if Sam was hard at the thought of Jack’s discipline. She suspected so.
Abby sighed as Jack’s hands stroked her bare ass. “You are so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. You tempt me very much to forget this punishment and move on to the part of the evening when I sink my cock into you.” His hand found her pussy. “Unfortunately, I cannot allow what happened today to pass.”
Abby gasped as the crop smacked her ass. Tears blurred her vision as the pain struck her with a ferocious heat. Jack wasn’t playing this time. Abby sank her nails in the leather-covered restraints. The crop came down again, and she swallowed the pain down.
“You don’t love me?” Jack threw her lies back at her. “Was that a lie, Abigail?”
“Yes, Jack.” She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Smack. Abby breathed through the haze of pain. Her entire backside was on fire. She caught sight of Jack in the mirror. His face was grim as he pulled the crop back again.
“You don’t want me anymore? You don’t want to live this freaky life?”
Smack.
Of all the things Abby had said to him, that had been the one calculated to hit him where he was vulnerable.
“I do, Jack,” Abby said shakily. Jack thrust his fingers back into her pussy, and the pain turned into sharp pleasure.
“Your pussy sure says you do, darlin’.” His thumb slid over and around, and Abby started to build rapidly toward a stunning peak. It was so close. He pulled out, and Abby stopped herself from begging him not to. She wanted him, needed him. “Your pussy doesn’t lie to me. Too bad your mouth doesn’t have the same sense.”
Thwack.
He was alternating cheeks, never hitting the same spot twice. Each time he struck, the pain bloomed, and then, Jack gave it a moment for the heat to radiate into pleasure.
“Are you ashamed of what we do?” The question was flat and calm, but Abby knew the fear that lay behind it. She wished she could take away the doubt she’d placed in his heart.
Abby laughed through the pain. If there was one thing she knew, it was that she wasn’t ashamed of them. “No, Jack. I am not. I love what we do.”
Jack put the crop down, and his hand slapped between her legs. He smacked her pussy hard, and Abby screamed at the sensation. It was wicked pain and insane pleasure bound together. He smacked her sore ass again with his hand, but this was different. It was just a tap, followed by Jack rubbing her gently. Now that he was done, she felt sore, but strangely peaceful. She felt his worshipful kiss on the small of her back.
Jack got back down to look at her. Abby could see the love shining in his eyes. “Abigail, this is the way things are going to be. You will live with us here. You will marry me legally and take my name. You will consider yourself also married to Sam, and you will honor your vows to us. You will never lie to either of us again. You will never attempt to walk out again, not for any reason. You will give yourself to us, body and soul. Is that clear?”